Ten years ago my Grandad died,
and Gran moved in with us,
near her end she was almost hated
and caused a terrible fuss.

I said some terrible things
not realising what I had,
and when she herself eventually went
I thought I should be sad.

I didn't feel anything
not happy, sad or scared,
I just felt I had to cry
and realised that I cared.

I can't say sorry to her stone
it looks too cold and bare,
all I can do is pray to God
to tell her that I care.
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